The Story:
Stefan is traveling from Germany to Paris. After meeting a man named Charly, the two begin getting involved in some illegal activity to make money. At a party, Stefan meets Estelle, a major drug addict, and falls immediately in love. He agrees to meet her in Ibiza, but can't find her right away. He meets Mr. Wolfe, the older man at whose hotel Estelle is staying. But it also seems there may be a sugar daddy thing going on. Estelle does return, and so begins a relationship involving a lot of chasing and searching on Stefan's part because Estelle keeps disappearing. There are mental mind games from Estelle, physical slap fights, drug abuse, and sex, including 3-ways with another woman. Plus, there's an unthrilling subplot involving the couple stealing from Mr. Wolfe and Mr. Wolfe sending out some unscary thugs to get back what is rightfully his. And the message here seems to be that either women, Americans, or both, can utterly destroy a European man's life.

This film was probably quite cutting edge in its day. Today, it is a long, drawn out pit of nothingness. It's a psychedelic acid flashback of fond memories for those who were there (and probably still are). Pink Floyd's early attempt at a soundtrack won't impress many—you'd need to be a diehard fan to own this movie because of that. If you really like drug movies, go rent something a bit more modern, like Trainspotting or Blow.

The DVD

Video:
The very odd aspect ratio of 1:55:1 is what you get here, letterboxed. In terms of picture quality, it basically just looks like an old film. The print is actually pretty clean for its age. There's grain, some etching lines, the colors are oversaturated while the overall image is dark and a bit blurry.

Sound:
Good old fashioned monaural is what you get in audio. It's a very noisy mono track, and somewhat hollow.

Extras:
There are 20 chapter breaks, and options for subtitles—either turning on English subtitles just for the non-English lines in the movie, or turning them on all the way through for the hearing impaired. The original trailer is included and it's a mess, both image and audio. That's it. They didn't even make any attempt to somehow throw in some tidbits about the Pink Floyd soundtrack.

Final Thoughts:
They call it More, but when it comes to 'druggy romances' like this, I scream "Less, Less, Less." Blech.